Redhawk Caldera idfc

well someone came. someone that wasn’t phox. his mood switched from cheerful to irritated faster than he could blink. peregrine was quick to turn his glare away from her. he tried to pretend she didn’t exist but that was hard task when she started speaking to him.
peregrine stopped in his tracks and shot daggers at the woman. i don’t need your help, he snorted, leave me alone. then forward he stomped.

written by gosling